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WALK OF SHAME MEME
The Morning After (After)

♂ Post with your character!
♀ Assume they [your character] have just stumble back from a wild night of debauchery.  [ Their hair is a mess, their clothes are either rumbled or someone else's  ]
♂ Reply to other such comments as either the embarrassed partner also stumbling home, an asshole friend come to tease, or a hapless passerby who feels compelled to tell you your pants are on backwards.
♀ Think of it as a mystery game! Where have they been all night? Who with? Why do they smell like shame and ten dollar wine?

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[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

[The problem is, she can't. If she takes off, he'll take off after her, and she is not leading him to John, or anyone else.

So she stops at the edge of the sidewalk, waiting for inspiration to strike.]

None of your goddamn business.

[namesnotprowl]

[It usually takes more for him to trap someone. This is somehow both entertaining and disappointing. He grins brightly.]

Just curious, darlin'. Who knew someone would be so scared of little old me?

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

[She shakes her head, snorting in disbelief and disgust.]

Drop the act, asshole. You're not fooling anybody.

[Her gaze darts down to his tires, and then back up. If she shoots them out...well, there's at least a chance she'd be able to outrun him long enough to get away.]

[namesnotprowl]

Am I not? You're the only one that seems to think I'm an evil horror from beyond the stars... or whatever you think I am.

[He sees exactly where you're looking, missy. Unfortunately, the back tires have rings of metal below the surface - something has to stay between the rubber and his blades, after all - and the front two... well, they don't exactly affect his running.]

Oh, I wouldn't do that if I was you.

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

I don't see anyone else around for you to impress.

[She's not gonna put more people in danger by blowing his cover, but she's not gonna act like he's anything other than what he is when there's no one else watching, either.

She smirks, raising an eyebrow, and slowly lowers her gun to aim at the nearest tire. Which happens to be the front one.]

Oh really.

And just why wouldn't you want me to do that.

[namesnotprowl]

Now why would I be tryin' to impress someone?

[That's a wolf's grin on his face as she does that. He's been looking forward to an excuse to clobber someone, really, and if she provides it? All the better.

Though he hates when people shoot out his tires. That hurts, fraggit, and replacing it is such a chore.]

Because you'll end up with worse than you can handle with that little peashooter'a yours, and I'm sure you know that.

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

Would you prefer it if I went and spilled your little secret to everyone here?

[That predatory grin is all too familiar. Sarah swallows, but her eyes narrow, and she doesn't flinch.

He's right, probably, but she's faced him - or one of him, anyway - before. And here, she can't be killed.]

Thanks for the warning.

[NOT THAT SHE'S GOING TO LISTEN TO IT.

Before he can say another word, she locks her gaze on the tire and fires two quick shots, not stopping to see if she'd hit it before shoving her gun away and taking off as fast as she can, back the way she'd come.